his men. As he aimed for the stairs up to the
walls.
Golden light flashed on the battlefield.
Then went dark.
Aedion ran faster, a sob burning his throat,
leaping and scrambling over fallen soldiers,
both mortal and Valg.
Then he was atop the walls. Running for
their edge.
No. The word was a beat alongside his
heart.
Aedion slaughtered the Valg in his way,
slaughtered any who came over the siege
ladder.
The ladder. He could fight his way down it,
get to the battlefield, to his father—
Aedion swung his sword so hard at the
Valg soldier before him that the man’s head
bounced off his shoulders.
And then he was at the wall. Peering
lily
(lily)
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